my suitcase was in my hand the day I left and I was in such a hurry that my feet fell over themselves twice and I closed my eyes and imagined you were with me even though you were what I was running from

isn't it strange I thought on the plane how often we hold onto long-gone, loveless things and fill the spaces with stiff conversations and chaste embraces and listen to lame excuses even if they're without a shred of truth

but I held a biased ear and a broad stance that kept me from seeing and distance is so peaceful both lonely and crowded when the one who has shrouded your voice is you

when I got off tripping again and again I found myself once more struggling to pretend that you were behind me a ghost of love gone wrong prolonged incessantly but deluded, reshaped and taped into something tangible

and I tried to, really I felt in myself a familiar feeling but you can't fool yourself forever be it days, months, years your fears will make themselves known and that's when you know you've grown when you can accept them within and maybe it'll be enough to begin anew and maybe if you're brave you won't find yourself tucked, stuck in an airport with thousands who are going and gone before you have time to regain your balance it's such a challenge

it's such a challenge.